If it weren't for Sumalee I just knew I'd be going after my blonde server like a teenager after his first sniff of pussy. There it is: it ain't pretty... but it's the truth.So there I sat wondering just how long I was going to be there before I'd have to admit I'd been dumped and just who and where I was going to grovel to. I had my scotch in hand but don't remember even touching it as I stared out at the dance floor. I refused to stare at the door they had left through. I had some dignity,. “She's the one,” she whispered in my ear. “I can tell.”I moved to the woman and boldly squeezed her breasts in front of her husband. She let out a liquid moan of delight as I groped her. Her nipple was hard beneath my hand. I pinched it while staring into her husband's eyes.“So you want me to fuck your wife?” I grinned.“Yes!” There was a fervor in the man's brown eyes. “Please, Lord. Take her. She has fertile soil ready to be tilled.”“So fertile,” moaned the wife as I massaged her breasts. “And. Not since working for Sean Brady and his terrible beating at the hands of Peter Harris’s chauffeur Charles, had Kevin’s mind and body responded in this all too familiar way, causing his dick to instantly throb and harden to thoughts of just what he’d do to the tall blonde, given the opportunity. Of how he’d enjoy beating every inch of her body with his trusty leather belt, of forcing her to cower before him, to fear him, to submit to him, before slowly and brvutally fucking her every hole,. ‘Now, continue.’ ‘Well, if I’m going to get swatted just for exercising my freedom of speech, all I have to say is ‘God Save the Queen.” ‘That’s more like it,’ Aidan triumphantly laughed while pulling her more securely into his arms. Then, because she was smiling and so close, he had to kiss her. It wasn’t a conscious thought on his part. He didn’t realize that he’d leaned into kiss her until a moment before their lips met and… Oh man. Aidan had to shake himself, then. Actually had to work to.